“Supermom” confesses

12.20.2009 // 13 comments

It’s that time of year again when I get a wild hair up my ass and try to spruce up this place I call a blog. You may have noticed the new color scheme and the sa-weet threaded comments feature, but I’m pretty sure you’ve definitely noticed the new JuiceBox Jungle video player to the right. Let’s just get this out there… I am getting paid to host it here.

That, however, does not take away from the coolness that is inside. I actually found out about JuiceBoxJungle.com when I visited another blog and got sucked in watching the videos. Frankly, they are hysterical and speak to my inner mommy soul, and I’m pretty damn sure they will ring true with a lot of my readers, too. Let’s take this quick segment on parenting with playpens today for example. Recently I showed you how we evolved from Baby Jail to George. We could not have survived those early mobile months without the Baby Jail! This is just one of those topics that I could really relate to.

After I poked around and watched a handful of videos that made me nearly snort my wine, I took the Truth and Dare quiz to find out my “True Mom Style”. I almost choked when it revealed my results. Apparently, I am some sort of “Super Mom”. Say WHA???

Suuuuuuupermom!! You are organized, never run out of milk, and you book birthday parties 3 months ahead. You can’t be pushed around by your kids and you make sure they are fed the best organic food and get to bed on time. But at same time you are loads of fun. You throw yourself into kids play with great passion! Forts, crafts, soccer games, you do it all! You run riot with your kids in the park and then find it in your heart to bake cookies for the PTA. Your friends would hate you if you weren’t so much fun!

That is not possible. It’s just not. I don’t think they ask the right questions. And to prove it, here are some very non-Supermom worthy confessions:

1. I do run out of milk on occasion, actually, and last week I let the dishes go for so long that I found homemade yogurt in sippy cups at the bottom of the sink.

2. I may be able to plan parties months in advance, but I don’t have the foresight or the desire, really, to plan my menu for the month or the week. I’ve tried numerous times to clip coupons, but they NEVER make it to the store with me. My pantry is a disaster and I always come home from the store with stuff we already have because I lack the ability to make a good grocery list.

3. I may feed my kid organic whenever possible, but today I lived off a diet of cinnamon rolls, peppermint Hershey’s Kisses and coffee.

5. Kendall may go to bed on time every night, but I assure you that is purely for selfish reasons.

But, hey, if they want to call me Supermom, who am I to argue? I’m making my cape tomorrow. You may think that’s one of my regular exaggerations, but it’s not. I just made superhero capes for all my nieces and nephews for Christmas today, and tomorrow I think I just might make Kendall one and one for myself, Supermom. And then it will probably get spaghetti sauce or chalk or crayons on it and I’ll need to wash it, and it will end up in the hazard zone of our house known as the bottom of my closet, maybe never to be seen again… because I’m super like that.

Anyway, the JuiceBox Jungle widget is here to stay for a while. It shouldn’t go playing on you, though, if you don’t want it to. It’s not to make any noise unless asked, so please don’t worry about coming here and jumping out of your skin when you’re startled by it playing because that should not happen. The content will be changing from week to week, so if you’re interested, give it a look and press play. This week I see there is no video, just a quiz, sponsored by Restaurant.com.

I’m wondering when they will do a segment on whether or not it’s appropriate to wear your Supermom cape to happy hour?

Kendall is 19 and a half months old, merely years away from being embarrassed by his Supermother wearing her cape in public.

Native Momma-Before we had a kid, for some reason every time we went to costco we got a HUGE box of trash bags. A few semesters, pregnancy and a toddler who just turned two and we have yet to run out of garbage bags. The ability to make a good grocery list also escapes me too. LOL
We put Monkey to bed at the same time every night for selfish reasons too. Sometimes I feel bad when I hear her in the bed giggling and playing peek a boo with herself or perhaps imaginary friends, but then a good part of the show comes on.ReplyCancel

Lisa -I wonder if everyone gets the “supermom” result, no matter how you answer the questions.

And I’m glad you are becoming more and more commercially successful. Good for you! Anyone who wants to complain can actually start PAYING you for the entertainment you provide. Or they can just suck it. Like a Dyson. ReplyCancel

Jill-You know, I thought that, too, but then I’ve had other friends get Cool Cat and Teacher’s Pet. All the descriptions are pretty ego inflating, though. You should try it out!

Amy-Bless you for making me feel so NORMAL! I cannot manage a weekly menu nor can I figure out how to grocery shop and NOT throw away my weight in rotten food each week. I still feel bad for that time that my daighter dropped her sippy cup (okay she threw it at me) and I said “damn you”. And hells yeah, my kid goes to bed on time every night because by the time “on time” comes around, I.am.done!

Thanks for being honest and for being you – and good for you for making some cash for it!! I agree with the previous commenter…like a Dyson!ReplyCancel

Amy -I just wanted to say that I laughed so hard at my vision of you wrestling with Kendall’s foot to make that crafts project! So funny! I keep rereading it and laughing and my husband is looking at me like I have lost my mind. LOL!ReplyCancel

Mandy-the swearing? at least you muttered. something i need to work on (i don’t do well with tantrums), but thanks again for making me feel better.ReplyCancel

Susan -I have to second Amy’s comment. I read your responses to being supermom and felt so NORMAL. I think that if more moms were honest about their challenges and short-comings, then us new mommies wouldn’t feel like we have to be “perfect.” You really can be supermom without being perfect. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

My “not-so-super” mom truth: Sometimes my one year old is excited to go into her carseat because she knows a snack is probably waiting in the cracks for her. Before I had kids…I never understood how anyone could have cheerios left in their car. Now it look’s like it rains cheerios and goldfish crackers inside my car…daily.

Lisa -You need to see more blogs. There’s a whole world of “bad mommy” blogs out there. Suburban Turmoil. Her Bad Mother.

They aren’t as funny, like Jill’s, but they are definitely honest about their challenges.ReplyCancel

Jill-Yes, I agree, those are a couple great, honest blogs. There are a ton more, too. I’ll try to put together a bit of a blogroll one of these days.ReplyCancel

Faking it with mop shoes | Baby Rabies-[…] don’t do even close to half of it, and I still haven’t gotten around to making my Supermom cape (though the fabric is purchased and stacked nicely among all the other piles of fabric for all the […]ReplyCancel